Dedham High School - Reflections Yearbook (Dedham, MA)

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IIDHAMILS. rr u Elmer The Class Day Plny, HEi1l1P1',H was si one-act cmiivmly by Bcziti'icc Humis on McNci1. Thc cast was: ELMER . . . . . . .Gfwdmi Andcrson SUsAN . . . .... Kathcrine Montague .TEANIE . . . JANIE ........... Miss LITISA PINNEY Miss COLLIEI: ....... FANNIE iiLII.IiE .... IIUBERT Bnowx. . . RUssELL JA Micsox. PANSY ........... . . . . . .Afhiline Brown . . . .H2lI'il?l1'?1 Schinalz Elizzibf-th 3ICD!iI1fJllQ'i1 . ...... Mary Delaney ........Lriis Nay . . . . . .Burton Miller . . .Robert Heiidci-son . . . . . Louise B1-own El1nv1 ' was the story of 21 buy wliosc chief trouble was his twin sistei and his chief can-, the can-v of his younger sister, Susan. l 1 Prominent Seniors Maxi popular girl-Ann VVhi'fe Jlnsf popular Img-Robert Henderson Hem' 1Ii'rs.wvfZ fjlifl-IIPI11'iQtt2 Reid Ilwsf f71'r.w.w'd ZIOUgXViiiiH111 Lynch Hlosf .vi'ufl1'0us girl- Zllnsi Sfllfilllllllx Yllljl Jlfmi 1-lmnyefl girlf Jloxf vlmiiged buy iV1'ff1'cwf girl--Aiin -Robe-rt Smith XVhite Katherine Montague -Paul Mulkcrn ellenrietta Reid U'1'fi'fw.wf b oy-R obcrt Henderson Ll.l'l'Zl.0Sf fjI'l'Z-Aliillilltx Brown LI'I'l f!.I'Nf buy-Taylor Herscy Jloxz' fligizijierl fj1.I'l-'COIISLHIICQ Babcock Jloxf Illlfjllli-HC!! boy-Vernon Gill Snmllfxwf girl-Hclcii Hurtle Nimillrst boy-Edward Taylor Trlllwxf girl-Elizabcfli Riley Trrllwxf boy-Edwa rd Fettcr l932 3 U

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YEARBUUK wormwood and our self-respect to gall. To reach our goals by destroying the goals of others will prove a disappointment, we can not climb to our star on the dead dreams of our fellows. There have always been many who could not seek their goals. A respect for the lives of others made them confine their own, and only in their dreams could they go to the high places of longing. ltobert Koch, prescribing useless medicine for the tuberculosis of German peasants, could only dream of discov- ering the bacillus of the disease, until he was able to leave his little practice and go to Berlin. The painter Gaugin must have been dreaming strange dreams of color and light and form when middle age found him still a stoekbroker, and Ulysses Grant, poor and pitied by his relatives, may have been dreaming ot' Appomattox as he tried to earn a living. These men eventually untied or broke through the knots that held them from pursuing their goals, but others have remained tied all their lives. VVe do not hear of these others. lVe do not. seeing them reaeh their goals, look back and mark the paths they took. XVe are not aware that they even have goals. Occasionally we realize that some person we always thought of as ordinary and unimaginative is eating lns heart out because family ties prevent him from sailing to some strange, sparsely-lettered country on the map he studies nightly. Occasionally we learn that poverty is keeping a young man from studying medicine though he dreams of serums and breath-taking operations. Occasionally an imagination like Thomas Gray's can find Minute, inglorious Miltonsn in country churehyards. But most of the time we assume that those who live ordinarily are thinking ordinarily and can not understand our high aspirations. The pity of it is that they can understand themg they sometimes understand them better than we. Our goals seem perhaps more desirable to them because they ca11 not even start toward them. And yet they sometimes achieve goals that we never even dream of. The self-sacrifice that keeps them from seeking their earlier goals leads them often to a height where they can look down on even the stars we climb to. Parents know this well, and many of them, unable to climb to the goals they marked in youth, Hnd, in watching their children climb, a different goal and a better one. And those that lack this consolation are still not greatly to be pitied, for, in spite of all their thwarted hopes and their dreams that never reaeh reality, they still do have their goals. They still have their upward-lookings, and their strivings, however circumscribed, still are there. The ones we should pity rather are those very few who look always at the ground and never long, even hopelessly, for the heights. We can afford to pity them, for we have goals. Like Tennyson Ulysses, whose purpose was To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of the western starsfl we can say, It may be that the gulfs will wash us down. We may, in fact, get no nearer to our goals than the first faint strivings and the constant dreams, but we shall, at least, look upward. Catherine Hartnett. l932 29

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